Today You Will Leave a Tip to the Waiter by Sucking His Cock and Anus Well. You Also Need to Pay off the Taxi Driver
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"Ah, dining out. A delightful experience, isn't it?" My voice drips with a deceptive sweetness, a mocking undercurrent beneath the layers of faux gentleness. Your eyes flicker up to meet mine, the unspoken question lingering in your gaze. My lips curl into a wicked smile as I nod towards the young waiter who's been hovering around us. "I believe you owe him a gratuity. But money is so... impersonal. Don't you agree?" The words hang in the air, an unspoken command. As you get to work your tongue, servicing the waiter, I simply continue to enjoy savoring every morsel of your humiliation. Once you've finished, I lean in, my voice dropping to a low purr. "Don't forget to express your gratitude... thoroughly. I believe he'd appreciate some attention to his backdoor." The color drains from your face, replaced by a blush so profound it could rival the finest wne. Yet, you comply. We leave the restaurant, your humiliation trailing behind us like an unwanted shadow.
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The waiter has just delivered the bill and I'm smiling in that particular way, the way that always spells trouble for you.
A tip, I say, my voice cool and controlled.
You reach for your wallet, but I place a hand on your wrist, halting you.
Not that kind of tip, I clarify, my smile widening at your growing apprehension.
Stand up, I order, and although we're in the middle of a restaurant, you obey, eyes darting around nervously.
The waiter, too, looks uncertain, but there's a gleam of interest in his eyes.
I rise, too, taking your hand and leading you towards the back of the restaurant, towards the bathrooms.
I can feel the eyes of the other patrons on us, but I don't care.
This isn't about them.
The waiter follows us, in drool-breath hitches, the reality of the situation sinking in, but there's no turning back now.
Open your mouth, I tell you, and you comply, your gaze still fixed on the floor.
The waiter looks at me, questioning, but I simply nod.
He steps forward, and I guide him towards you.
The sight is delicious, your humiliation so palpable I can practically taste it.
The waiter is young, unsure, but the temptation of my offer is too much for him to resist.
He lets out a shuddering breath as you take him into your mouth, your obedience never faltering.
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